It was a worm summers day. I was a little bored as there was nothing to do around the house, so I decided to go for a bike ride. As I was riding through the park I saw roses as red as strawberries
and daffodils standing in a row blowing their trumpets to the afternoon sun. The sky was blue with fluffy white clouds moving across the sky. As I was coming to the end of the path I saw a homeless
person under a tree, he was sitting up using the tree as a deck chair. He was scruffy, with creased, ripped, dirty clothes. His hair was as messy as an uncut lawn that had been left for months.

I carried on cycling to the end of the park, but just as I got to the end something caught my eye. Through the ivy clinging to the wall at the back of the park I saw something glittering, my
curiosity aroused I went over to see what it was. Pulling the ivy to one side I found a door that I had never seen before. The door had broken hinges and cracked wood like dry and parched skin. I
reached out to the handle and slowly opened the door. It let out a loud noise as if screaming in protest, stepping through the door I found myself in a room no bigger than a cupboard. The
floor was made from soaked soggy earth and the ceiling was damp with mould, it smelt like a stagnant pond.

I looked down to see a candle lying on the ground. I reached out to pick it up and as my fingers closed around it the door slammed shut. It was as black as a midnight sky and suddenly I felt very
alone and frightened. I turned to where I thought the door was and called for help. I suddenly remembered the box of matches in my back pocket; I took them out and scrambled to light one. It
didn’t light, the moisture from the dripping ceiling fell upon the match and put it out. I tried another match. It lit and in its glow I could see the blood smeared upon my arm, in that moment I
realised it was not moisture that was dripping from the ceiling. I grabbed the candle and lit it before I was thrown into darkness again.

I could see something on the floor crawling. I shuffled over to see what it was. Snakes! Loads of snakes slithering, sliding, towards me, getting closer and closer. I started to panic, screaming
and shouting for help, but there was no one to help me. I was completely alone in my cold prison.

A sharp pain in my leg made me look down and then I realised the snakes had silently reached me. I felt the hot venom pumping through my veins like liquid fire and I began to feel weak, my bones
melting as I collapsed into a heap on the floor. I slowly closed my eyes and felt the snakes cover me like a blanket. As the candle light began to fade so did my life force until there was no more
light. But then I had a little hope because I heard a nice behind the door and called for help someone answered me and tried to kick the door down but I was make of steel so he said he will go and
get help I heard him walk off.

2 hours have gone by and the man never came back with help I think he was the one how put me in there I think he must have welded the door shut so I can’t get out so now I got to wait for someone
else to came it’s going to be a long wait.in here its dark I have no light but the good thing is the snakes have gone and I have the wolf here to keep me company.